She was beautiful; full of losses and life
Bruised and broken but she had stars in her eyes
She never let it show; oh but her story was sad
Her life was the story we want and wish we never will have
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Hello, loves.
Okay, I'm feeling justifiably ticked off now because the Internet just died on me; and thus succeeded in wiping out the entire blogpost I painstakingly typed out.
...Gosh, sometimes I really hate technology. [Even though I know I'd die without it.]

Anyway, so onto the subject of my glorious, glamorous, completely ordinary life!
NJC's orientation program [The Odyssey] was rather neat.
I mean; ordinarily I would never consent to bowing my head to the Great Overlord Of Rah Rahness!, and I confess that I have no particular affinity for bonding games. [Come on, people- how many times dya'll intend on playing dogawful Polar Bear?!]

See- The Odyssey comprises six really awesome clans: Alvarez, Azara, Lopez, Torres, Ingstad and Shackleton. [Which are Africa, America, Asia, Australia, Europe and Antarctica respectively.]
I'm in Alvarez, AKA Africa. Purple. :] Ha.
We're Ahfreekans, yo. :]] Ace fun. I mean- warpaint, tiki heads[?], feathers...the works. Totally cool.

And the Mass Dance? 2Gians of the year '06; take a guess at the song.
Wild guess.

Absolutely; it was WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER.
Gaww. I could have withered away and died. Diediedied...ded.
I mean- sure, I love HSM as much as the next person...but after a couple zillion rewatchings of aforementioned fabled Disney musical; [not to mention having plagued my longsuffering maytes with countless and not neccessarily inkey renditions of Breaking Free...my apologies!] I don't quite think I'm completely in the wrong when I say that I AM BORED SICK OF THAT SONG.

BUT.
Before the entire NJ dance community comes rushing down on me in a swirl of lace and stuff...I must confess.
It was neat.
And yeah, you heard me. It was neat.
Even though we spent over an hour in the Parade Square dancing and perspiring [I must have lost a third of my body weight in perspiration]; even though I almost died; even though I kept missing those [grr!] dogawful spins and turns...the dance was neat.
And a special t'ankyew to my Mass Dance partner for not collapsing under the forcible reckoning of my weight when I had to do the cheerleader jump on you.
Sorry, mayte.

Okay, that brings us to the end of Cara's Daily Self-Obsessed Ramblings. Onto the tags.

Cheryl- YES, I'm joining touch rugby. It's not that bad, actually. As Ash says, after all; it's not half as violent as the "real deal". [...whatever that's supposed to mean, Ashwyn!!] I know that you only want me to keep beeyootiful and all...but don't worry, I shan't be scarred.
Much.
Moreover, can't you just picture me tackling someone to the ground? ...Pinning unnamed unfortunate soul in the mud, promptly flattening him/her, and p'raps taking a handful of his/her hair just for, say, a tiny keepsake?
...Only I won't be doing that, 'cuz it isn't the "real deal" [Ash...we SO have a score to settle.], so relax. :]

Ash- yes, I do realize who you are now. Oops. The first time you tagged; I thought you were a girl. Which probably explains why I called you "hun" and put in that little "<3" sign in there, too.
So don't get freaked out or anything yeah.
Now I know you're a guy, and yes, I do realize that both you and your name are perfectly masculine. So don't cry. :D
...Kidding.
Thanks for tagging though, tag more!, and kudos to you for attaining manymanymany battlescars in "real" rugby.
[I'm assuming.]

Loth: Yay for the rad news! I replied you right away, hun, and thanks for posting such great news on ze humble tag. <3

Shu.
What can I say to you?
What infinitely wise answer can I give?
...Well, none.
Because you didn't even give me anything juicy to TALK about, woman! :[ ...Bad, bad person.

'Kay, and that sums everything up. I couldn't find those two songs that Loth requested, so I'm embedding a different song instead.

One that'll annoy the turkey stuffing out of ye good souls...hopefully I'll change it soon, when I remember. It's a rad song and all; but it's also the kinduv song that gets awfully annoying when it plays over and over and over. It's called "Pretty Fly For A White Guy"; dedicated [with much love!] to Pastor Ian.

Love y'all; and this is me, signing out.

<3